SPRING FESTIVAL HUB

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    Spring was here. And that meant Easter. And sunshine. And bunnies. And flowers. And Liam made sure that they had all the above. Why wouldn’t he? He oversaw hosting this party, after all. It had to be perfect. He would have it no other way. The poor little fella hasn’t slept in days, preparing for this dumb party. He, personally, did not like parties. They were loud, crowded and pointless. The wasting of materials and energy on something over all pointless. But… despite this, here he was. Opening the gates to the party. The Easter Rebirth party. Horary. So there he was. Sitting. Looking miserable in a time of joy. Liam yawned, shutting his eyes and covering his mouth. He was wearing a small gray (green) bowtie to spiffy himself up in the time of joy. His job was to greet the party guests. When it felt like everyone was here, he would probably go hide in some corner like he always did. That was… until Gray or Cain dragged him to some kind of activity…
    The boy gave a shy smile to the oncoming guests. Welcome to the Rift’s Spring Festival. the swung his arm to the prepared area, I hope you enjoy your visit.



    Links/Events:
    SPRING FESTIVAL - BUNNY PINS
    SPRING FESTIVAL - EGG HUNTING
    SPRING FESTIVAL - EGG PAINTING


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    YOU CAN'T WAKE UP, THIS IS NOT A DREAM – cainsmark pendragon grimm
    YOU'RE PART OF A MACHINE, YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN BEING.


    Cainsmark joined after leading the pregame new allies over, impressed to see what Liam had come up with. The kiddo really was a timid thing, but he did a good job setting up his portion of the event: seeing how they had just moved, the larger party was for all of their allies to visit their new territory. "Good job, Liam," he hummed.


    KING OF THE DREAM REALM. SON OF SET. WEIGHER OF HEARTS.


    WHO IS IN CONTROL? | 4.9

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    SWING AND MISS, YOU'RE THROUGH. – malkyn macabre rhodes.
    YOU'RE OUT OF THE LOOP, WE'RE GONNA BURY YOU ALIVE.


    Malkyn is the next to appear, forcing herself to shrink smaller to access things easier, even if it made the Darkness prickle with unease at being smaller, made it more defensive, prone to lashing out at threats. And so, the hound remains close to Cainsmark, using the Realm as a buffer, hoping that if she does lash out, Cain'll be there to contain it. She's not so close that she's up the leader's ass, but close enough for Cain to react within reason. She gives Liam a tense smile, one that didn't reach her eyes and she glances backwards at the other guests.


    ALPHA OF THE CANOMAGICAE. CAINMARK'S HELLHOUND.


    WE'RE UNCONTAINABLE | 4.11

    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Gray shuffles in behind Cain, since he'd been at the pregame party (it'd be weird if he hadn't, seeing as he had been the one to capture the prisoners), keeping a good distance between himself and the leader since the hound was sticking close by. He turned to Liam, offering the other a kind smile. "This looks great, Liam."


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    Cyrus arrived at the gala from the pre-game party, a bit relieved to be at an event where the activities were so...lighthearted. The bunnies and flowers made good decorations, though they made him feel smaller than he was already. The Arcane had never really celebrated Easter much, so even though Cyrus wasn't particularly fond of chocolate- it didn't agree with him at all- he was happy to play a part in the event.
    "Thanks for setting this up, Liam," he meowed as he walked in. "It looks really good."

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    "Oh my gosh cutie!" she flirted coming up beside Liam, giving him and wink and a small nudge. Everything looked awesome and she just wanted to congratulate him on his awesome work. The kit would check all the other stands and what ever they had later but for now she just stayed beside Liam, a smile on her face. "It looks awesome!"


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    HIS SOLITUDE WAS A KNIFE — standpaw — the rift — he/him — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Ugh. There was always way too much shit going on around The Rift. Standpaw could vividly recall hating parties, even if he had no recollection of his past, he could remember this- and that was when they were every weekend.. Not every goddamn day. But this was coming from the same tom who suggested about... three more party ideas to Cainsmark not long ago. So Standpaw could eat shit and shut up.


    The cream feline padded through the gates, glancing around warily at the place. Was this thing well put together and planned? Of course it was. But did Standpaw have the common courtesy to comment on this? Of course not. He just went on glancing around the place, tossing Liam a polite smile- at the very least- as he walked in. Standpaw was not a fan of parties, and he never particularly remembered himself being a big fan of the religious holiday Easter- being suffocated by family and forced to say grace and make this whole big 'huzzah!' for God. But really, Liam's event didn't seem so bad. It seemed traditional, but only for the fun aspects of Easter. Which Standpaw could dig.

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    JAELYNN STARK



    So this was a spring party then. Interesting. Jaelynn had seen the invitation when walking about Westeros lands, and despite her desire to stay home and draw battle plans or other such things, the ivory wolf had decided to attend nonetheless. Even at first glance, such a party was different than the ones she was used to. She was used to cold and unforgivable ones, not ones decorated with flowers and eggs and colours. But, she figured that for the same of her new home she would attend.


    Having taken a seat at the edge of the party, the snowy white wolf paused, striking blue optics flickering curiously around. She did not recognise anyone, and thus would not approach anyone. Despite herself however, she knew that if she should be approached, she would be quick to make conversation after so many years of isolation. But for now, the slender beauty simply observed, grand wings of pure ice at her sides.


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    The dark seal point approached the set-up, multicolored eyes slipping over the small crowd of Rift members before managing to find Cainsmark, to whom he offered a polite nod. "Thank you for the invitation," uttered the blackened Lord Prism, nose twitching slightly as he wondered what the Rift had planned for its guests.


    [center][spoiler=tags (updated 4/2)]general:
    Nefariousstar Flamel Universum| Nef | male
    bisexual | biromantic | currently single
    8 moons | born December 23rd, then aged 3 moons
    Colouredclan Lord Prism (leader)
    physical:
    • domestic feline [CURRENT]
    - three eyes= right is dark orange, left is pale olive, top middle is dark gold
    - slightly curved black horns (currently four inches tall)
    - black seal point coloring with light gray fur on main form
    injuries:
    • none at the moment
    personality:
    aloof | mildly curious | pyrophobic | photographic memory
    extremely down to earth | quick to judgement (usually self-judgement)
    confrontation:
    • difficult physically | difficult mentally
    • will start fights given certain reasons | does not back down
    • Juyo / Vaapad based fighting styles
    • attack in #FE642E
    [color=#000]•     teleportation (looks like a trail of black smoke when teleporting), shapeshift (no other bodies yet), telekinesis & fire elemental

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    OPERATION NO CONTROL — alex — the rift — she/her — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]She let out a small hum at the set-up, casting a smile Liam's way. "Color me impressed, you did a great job with the place." Well, impressed wasn't the exact word, she'd expected him to do something of this caliber. Even though the feline was anxious most of the time, he got the job done.

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